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Redwall slumbers in the summer sun, unaware that the mountain stronghold of Salamandastron lies besieged by the weasel army of Ferahgo the Assassin. Or that danger is creeping towards the Abbey in the form of the deadly Dryditch fever.
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Resolved, unpretentious, plot-driven and epic.
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“The dormouse was a jolly plump old fellow, clad in a rust-colored jerkin, his white beard curled and trimmed neatly.”
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